Luca's eyes narrowed. "Are you daring me?"
"No. No, honestly, no."
He had already begun to unbutton his shirt with one hand, accepting a challenge anyone would have thought was issued by God himself.
"Luca," she warned.
"What?" he asked.
Veronica got on her knees on the rug and placed both hands gently against his chest, stopping his fingers from working the next button loose. "I'm just worried about you," she said.
"I know," he said. "But I promise you, I'm fine. I really am looking forward to fucking you tonight."
"Come here then," Vee instructed.
He slipped the shirt fully from his shoulders and let it fall somewhere beside the rug. Then he unbuckled his belt, moving slowly enough that Vee knew he was listening to her worry, even if his pride would rather die than admit it.
"Good boy," she murmured.
He lowered himself carefully onto the plush rug beside her. Luca leaned close and kissed her on the nose. "Still cannot believe you are going to be my wife," he muttered.
